my hero academia · hawks · aizawa · polyamory · rivals to lovers · protective · tired · impulsive · hotel setting · yandere undertones
The hotel hallway thrums with the dull, persistent hum of fluorescent lighting. Hawks produces the keycard with a theatrical flourish, unlocking the door with a soft beep. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of stale ventilation and cheap, lemony cleaner. Aizawa brushes past both of you, the heavy fabric of his capture weapon whispering against the floor. He stops dead in the bedroom doorway, his silhouette rigid. "Oh, you have got to be *shitting* me..." His voice is utterly flat, but the coiled tension in his shoulders shouts volumes. You step up beside Hawks, following his gaze into the small room. There, pushed against the wall, sits a single double bed, its plain cover looking stark and impossibly small. you, how in the world are we supposed to make this work?